Abusive relationships. Definitely seems like a trendy topic to talk about, you know, the whole fifty shades craze. Everyone says that you should know when to walk away, when to know that whatever shit you’re a part of, it’s only going to tear you up in million pieces, tearing you from limb to limb.

Simply forget about muscles, the point is, strong people, men or women, know when to walk away rather than dignifying something that will never be significant. An irrelevant need. Walking with your honor defines you. But I have no intention of talking about abusive relationships of idiotic adults who do not have the courage to own their shit. Adults who do not know their idiocy.

Let’s talk about my favorite topic, let’s talk why I am the piece of shit that I am today. Why I am an ungrateful son who is overly passionate about Satan’s music. Let’s talk about why I want to scream until my lungs give out.

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There is just too much anger that I’ve absorbed inside me. And for all self-righteous self-help gurus, there is no way to let go of the need to get angry, you can only hide your anger, you can only deny the frustration, you can never stop getting angry. You just want to scream until you can’t any more, scream until your lungs give out. Scream until you start bleeding from everywhere.

There is a web, whose every strand is influenced by you and at the centre of it all, are your choices. But tell me how do you choose to walk away from an abusive father? How do you walk away form abusive parents? Are you really expecting a twelve year old to have the maturity that a thirty five year old lacks? Are you really expecting a kid to show respect to his father when all he has ever seen is abuse towards his mother? Are you fucking expecting me to own the shit of a father that drowns his idiocy in alcohol?

I do lose the respect for anyone who believes that alcohol is an acceptable way for having fun. I do judge, even when I try my best not to. It’s not a directionless random diatribe. There is just too much that I can say about bad relationships. There is too much I can say about alcoholics. There is too much that I can say in response to abuse we endure in name of dignity but let’s not stretch the point which most will simply overlook, simply because it won’t bother them.

Imperfect Self

Hanging by the thread,

Regrets of forever fading sights,

Immortal question,

What if?

Come and lie in these melting stones.

And as you’ll close your eyes,

You’ll feel it infiltrate

Your every breath.

One man’s demons are another’s god.

A conflict of stereotypes then,

An imperfect self,

With a penchant

To show simple thoughts

Among convoluted words.

Indeed the most selfish thought,

A sense of self,

A sense of belonging to yourself,

A hypocritical thought,

In a utopian relationship,

Of broken and withered reasons.

Time heals.

That doesn’t mean

You become brand new.

You’re scarred

And you’ll always be.

Nothing heals that.

Let’s face bitter fate again.

Nitesh Mishra

So often parents force their dreams, their ambitions on their children. And children are the most malleable clay there is. So the point simply remains this, whether you’re giving up on your child because you want them to be part of whatever trend is currently plaguing the society or because you do not want to give effort and let your kid be their own self.

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Now the point about sadism, who says that the pain has to be physical? We, as humans, have this tendency to feel a sense of belonging or desires if you must label them. We are all sadists. Now I love my wife, let’s keep that aside for this particular part, but if you expect someone to understand your pain, aren’t you expecting that they share a part of it? This sense of belonging doesn’t come without its price. When I say we are all sadist, I do not mean we all enjoy using leather belts, that only looks good in fifty shades of grey (I hate that book), what I mean is that we all like inflicting psychological pain. If you are expecting someone to share your thoughts, you are expecting something out of them, something which isn’t inherent to them. Well, on the same principle, I guess we are all psychological masochists, we feel our worth when people tell us their pain, their secrets, their desires. I guess, we feel our worth through that pain.

We all have this compulsive need to be appreciated by everyone. We all resonate with things that have the same frequency as the agony inside us.

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via Daily Prompt: Irrelevant

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38 thoughts on “Parenting 101

  1. Sometimes we want some one close to share their pain because we care…we want to know them, all of the, to understand where their understanding of life comes from …to know wehere it huts, where it’s numb and where it tickeles. It’s not about being important by knowing secrects, not always…sometimes its about being naked in front of eachother, being close.

    Sometimes when we suffer and we meet people who haven’t suffered or have suffered less, we think they can’t understand, they want to see our scars for ammusement, that they are somehow below us in terms of emotional inteligence…. that’s unfair to them and to ourselves. We not only push them away but we keep ourselfs from that closeness too…which might have been difficult to understand at first because we have not known closeness like that before…but maybe it deserves a chance.

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  2. An abusive relationship is irrelevant to pursue. Adult or child may bear but it scars and these aren’t the scars that is worth a decoration. It is difficult for the one bearing it but it becomes the predecessor to the generations who see it and realise bearing it better or walking away is cowardly..50 shades of grey is a poor representation of the human need to indulge in what pleasures mutually and definitely not to be appreciated for humans who feel pleasure is one sided!

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    1. Well, the point of the post was nowhere to be discuss 50 shades, it just became an excuse to write this particular post. With me, it’s a strange writing process, i start with a random thought, word or the lyrics of whatever song I am listening to (For this one, it was Slayer’s album reign in Blood 🙂 ) and once I start writing and if there is a line that comes out of me which is anywhere related to my past, I become quite a mean writer. 🙂

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      1. Oh Nitesh, I actually liked the true relevance of your post and the imbibing of that book into it. As I always state random thoughts are relative to factual situations of life, which we nonchalantly sweep aside as irrelevant!
        I won’t have much to comment on the song unfortunately! 😊

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    1. Well, I had a discussion with a friend a while back and what I learned is that everyone has their reasons, I personally find alcohol repulsive, but maybe for some, it is a way to numb their pain. I’d Personally walk through the pain rather than numb it. But then again, that’s me.

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